The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1887-01-20

OF the most inconvenient imaginable
| would like TO change IL, but with
out knowing why, am not able. So
the time passed. hear the piping
OF cricket, the buzzipg OF bee
nothing more.
FINALLY, with a great effort, ] suc-
ceed 10 drawing my right arm from
underneath me, aud supporting my.
self With my two hands on the
ground, | try to get upon my knees
An acute pain, Quick rs lightning,
darts through me from part to part,
head, knees, breast | fall again.
Darkness again and nothipgness.
II.
l have Just awakened. Why do
see tho stars shine with such lustre
in tho dark blue sky of Bulsa
Am I not in my isn't? Why have
left III
| make a movement. A horrible
pain takes poss session of my limbs.
Yes, ! have been wounded in a fight
but a,n dangerously wounded or
noti ] move my hnnl to the place
where feel the pain. My legs, the
right as well ns the left, are covered
With blood. When touch them the
plin increases, au intense, continu..
GUS PUN like the toothnche. My
ears burn. | have u whole chime
OF bells in my head. / begin to un-
derstand in a confused way that
im wounded in the legs.
Why is it that 1 am lying here I
Why have they not carried me away,
Have the Turks beaten us? Memo,
ry comes back to me, at first vague,
hen more distinct, AMI | reach the
conclusion that the Turks have not
been victorious. fell, / cannot tell
very we'll when or how; ouly | re-.
member our soldiers were running
forward. / couldn't follow them. /
had fallen in an open space at the
top Of q low hill it was the same
hill that our little major pointed out
to MS with his sword, crying in vi
braiiug accents: Caildron, we have
got it Aud we did get it. Conee-
quen,ly we are not beaten.
Bnt why have they not carried me
away? In this open spot there could
be no difficulty in seeing me /
ought not to be the only ono stritch.
ed out here, for the shots that had
fallen were so many! | would have
to turn my head aud look, but that
was not cay just now. When had
come to myself, and when had
tried to raise myself l had fallvp in
another position from that in which
| saw the bunch Of grass and the ant
creeping backwards. / am now on
my back: that is Why see the stars
l raise myself up and try to sit.
This is not easy when both legs are
shattered. More than once des-
pair Of being able to proceed. At
last with tears OF anguish gushing
from my eyes, l am seated.
Above me is strip OF sky where
one large star twinkles. and several
small ones. Something dark and
high surrounds me; it is the bushes
that conceal me: that is Why l have
not been seen. 1 feel a trembling
even to the roots OF my hair. Bat
how does it happen that after having
been wounded on the open ground, l
am here in these bushes Perhaps
l crept us far as this without the
pain having allowed me to perceive
1t; but what is strange, l cannot
move now. Who knows? Perhaps
l bad only one wound then, and the
second bullet has reached me here
Spots Of pale red dance and fit be-.
fore my eyes. The big star has hot
the same brilliance; the small ones
are effaced; it is the moon rising.
Oh, at such an hour one ought to be
at homei
What strange sounds are these
that reach me One would say they
were means. Yes, some one is
moaning. Can there be somebody
near me that is forgotten. too. with
his legs broken like mine or bullet
10 the bowelsi No, there is no ono,
and these moans are too near. My
Godl l am the one uttering the CONS
plants myself. 1s it really true that
l suffer 80 muchi Apparently, but
l take account Of this suffering, for
my brain it stepped in leaden haze.
| had better lie down aud go 10
sleep. Sleep Shall l ever awaken